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Chapter 190 I want to buy the Leaky Cauldron, please make an offer

"Yes, food processing."

Tang Sen sighed softly, and said, "A fortuneteller can do many things, but cooking must not be included. I mean, I am self-aware of my cooking skills. It is a nightmare."

"No—" Old Tom shook his head frantically, the thinning white hair on the top of his head was shaking in a mess:

"No no no, let me stroke."

His eyes alternated between the meat in the refrigerator that could be seen to be abnormal at a glance and Tang Sen's smiling face. After suppressing the maddening impulse again and again, he took a deep breath. tone.

"Tang, I hope I misunderstood. You must not have said just now that you are going to use these, the meat of magical animals, as ingredients?" He almost showed a begging expression, and said, "No one would do that, no ?"

Tang Sen looked at him quietly with a smile on his face.

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"Okay." Old Tom covered his face, "I did hear some guests who often traveled far mentioned that Muggles in that big eastern country eat everything."

"Don, I'm afraid I can't help you here. The elves at the Leaky Cauldron have never cooked magical animal meat." He tried hard not to say the word corpse.

Townsend was not surprised that the Leaky Cauldron had a house-elf. After all, Old Tom spent all day drinking and chatting at the bar, and the food seemed to be born out of thin air——

According to Gump's basic law of transformation, magic cannot conjure food out of thin air.

"Don't rush to refuse." Tang Sen patted the refrigerator and said, "I can't bring these things into Hogwarts, I mean, even if I become the divination professor at Hogwarts, I have to Coming back to you to have a meal is equivalent to... how to put it, I entrust you with my three meals a day."

Seeing old Tom waving his hands repeatedly, Tang Sen didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued, "Of course I can't let my good friend's work go to waste. Speaking of which, how much does a good stewed meat cost at the Leaky Cauldron? "

"Twelve West is no, it's not about the money, we really don't deal with Fantastic Beasts."

Old Tom racked his brains thinking about how to refuse the other party's excessive demands without offending.

"My appetite is not bad, so there must be at least three plates of meat for each meal. Of course, there must also be matching drinks, vegetables and seasonings. These need to be provided by the Leaky Cauldron—"

"No, Don, stop for a moment," cried old Tom. "I haven't promised you yet."

Tang Sen ignored him, and said to himself: "Adding the cost of processing, cleaning, and the cost of storing the ingredients here, I think 10 gold Galleons per meal is a reasonable price. "

"Wait." Old Tom became confused.

"In this case, I need to pay 30 Galleons for meals every day, and of course, the Floo powder consumed between the Leaky Cauldron and Hogwarts, one Galleon at a time."

"No-floo powder is not that expensive," Old Tom's voice trailed off.

"Then, a total of 33 Galleons per day, 990 Galleons a month, and a total of [-] Galleons per month." Tang Sen finished speaking in one breath, then stopped with a smile on his face, and asked :
"Mr. Tom, this price won't embarrass you too much, will it?"

"No, it's embarrassing. I mean." Old Tom stammered, "I haven't figured it out yet. You mean you're going to give me 1000 Galleons? That...that's too much."

"Every month." Tang Sen emphasized: "I don't know how long I will stay at Hogwarts. If it is calculated on the basis of three years, I will pay you 36000 gold Galleons. This is a bit much, I may There is no way to pay you in one lump sum."

"No one time." Old Tom replied reflexively, and then reacted abruptly, shouting: "Wait. This is wrong, this is very wrong!"

He couldn't help taking two steps back, staring at Tang Sen, and said, "You're joking with me, aren't you? How can anyone do such a thing? Huh? Just give me tens of thousands of Galleons?"

"That's enough money to buy the Leaky Cauldron!" he yelled.

Tang Sen's eyes lit up.

He clapped his fists and said cheerfully: "Mr. Tom, you made a very constructive suggestion!"

"It's too troublesome to count once and for all, why don't I just buy the Leaky Cauldron?"

He took a few steps forward and grabbed Old Tom's shoulders.

"Make a price!"

"." Old Tom broke away from Tang Sen's hand and said quickly, "Don, calm down. I know someone in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounds and Wounds. Maybe I can take you to see it."

How could Old Tom believe the amount that an oriental man said casually? To be honest, does he know what tens of thousands of Galleons are worth?

Prices in the wizarding world have always been very stable. After all, the entire financial system is linked to Gringotts, which was created by the goblin, and the only right to mint coins is in the hands of the goblin.

One gold Galleon can be exchanged for seventeen silver Sickles, and one silver Sickle can be exchanged for 29 copper Knuts. Of course, this conversion method is extremely outrageous and inconvenient, but who knows what is going on in the minds of those goblins? what?Anyway, for thousands of years, the magic world has long been accustomed to this conversion method.

And when it comes to prices, a daily prophet only costs 5 nats, a cup of butterbeer only costs 2 Sikels, dragon liver costs 16 Sikels an ounce, and the necessary wand for every wizard costs only 7 plus Long, no matter how precious it is, the horn of a unicorn is only 21 Galleons.

As for those daily necessities, such as ingredients and seasonings, they are basically purchased in Nat.

The average turnover of Old Tom's Leaky Cauldron Bar is only a few Galleons per day. One can imagine how tens of thousands of Galleons are like a joke to Old Tom.

"Mr. Tom—" Tang Sen said helplessly, "I'm not joking."

"Okay." Old Tom also nodded helplessly, and said, "Anyway, I can let the elf try to help you. These meats, but whether they taste good or not is another matter."

"I don't expect too much. Since you are a fortune teller, you can just give me a few Sikels. If you can really get into Hogwarts, you should eat in the school. How can a professor go to Hogwarts every day?" Eat outside the school."

So Tang Sen didn't say much anymore.

Empty words are not enough to convince people. People don't believe what they don't know.

Back in the room, Tang Sen opened the suitcase to let the air in, and saw that the little girl inside was as quiet as ever.

"Buying the Leaky Cauldron is indeed a feasible and necessary thing to do."

Tang Sen narrowed his eyes, "At least, I don't need to worry about silent eruptions all the time. House elves can guarantee the basic living conditions of silent people."

Moreover, there is an even more important point.

Townsend said that he needed to go back and forth between Hogwarts and the Leaky Cauldron every day, not just for meals. If it was just for this, he wouldn't have to be so troublesome.

What he needs is a stable channel to communicate with the outside world.

About two hours later, there was a knock on the door of the room. Tang Sen closed the suitcase and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, Townsend saw a house elf.

The other party has gray skin, each is very short, and only wears very simple clothes or cloth strips to cover the key parts. Beside him, there is a huge plate floating, and the stew in it is fragrant.

"The master asked Chuck to deliver meals for the guests." The house elf said respectfully.

Tang Sen nodded and let the house elf control the plate to land on the dining table in the room.

He could completely imagine how old Tom ordered: "Chuck, don't let me see this thing, send it directly to the guest's room upstairs!"

His distaste for eating the meat of magical animals may be comparable to Townsend's distaste for certain specialties in England.

The elf closed the door respectfully, allowing Tang Sen to focus on the long-awaited food.

Obviously, the other party's craftsmanship is good. After two hours of stewing, this plate of meat from an unknown animal is completely soft and rotten. After adding a lot of seasoning and potatoes, it makes people's index fingers move.

"I hope that the well-ripe flesh and blood will not weaken the Extraordinary characteristics in it."

Anyway, unless it was absolutely necessary, Tang Sen would not be willing to gnaw bloody raw.

The dining experience was very pleasant. I don't know if it was because of the quality of the meat, or because of the elf's superb craftsmanship. Anyway, Tang Sen didn't taste any strange smells. This could even be called the best meal he had since he came to this world.

What was even more pleasant was that during the meal, Tang Sen could finally feel the subtle changes in his body.

Of course, on a physical level.

Because of the faceless man's ability to master the body finely, Tang Sen obviously felt that his muscles became tougher, and the temperature of his blood seemed to rise slightly.

"This piece of meat should come from a fire dragon."

Townsend was sure of this.

"I haven't felt that I have acquired the ability to breathe fire for the time being. The extraordinary characteristics contained in these flesh and blood are too few, and even less can be absorbed by me. Maybe eating a whole fire dragon can double my physique .”

"Of course, this is also because the dragons in this world are not too powerful creatures. If it is Smaug—"

Tang Sen shook his head, dispelling this outrageous idea.

As expected, the shepherd characteristic can indeed lead him to a path of extraordinaryness, but what makes Tang Sen dumbfounded is that what restricts his growth rate is not the acquisition of flesh and blood, but his own food intake.
Holding his stomach, he looked at the half plate of meat left in front of him, and could only helplessly announce that the little girl in the suitcase could have extra meals tonight.

"Maybe I'll end up with all sorts of magical animal powers, but for now—"

Townsend took out his wand, placed another feather on the table, and took a deep breath.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Wand flick, flick.

At this moment, Tang Sen clearly felt that his spell had been released successfully.

He looked excitedly at the feathers on the table.

Instead of floating up, it ignited with a poof.

(End of this chapter)